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ARTISAN......
draw
an outline
and form it
my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs
up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
shoulder
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just
right
and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter
mornings
put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth
all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others
and starts the stars to ache
and tumble
but Im just so humble
and we make one
and in the castle keep
on stormy night
the delicate fingers
stir
the toes arch
from the millenium sleep
arise arise beauty
perfection
but wait
a pounding on the door
villagers cries
"wake up and get to work..."
alas tis only Friday!!!
(sure I woke to Lavender perfume)
Comments
Frenchf
Sat, 2013-01-26 16:38
Beautiful
Though didn't quite understand. Was it a dream?
Thought light should rhyme with crisp winter night?
Was good
Esker
Sat, 2013-01-26 17:41
cant remember writing this....
although Upon reading it IT is in MY style..
Yah hell..light should rhyme with crisp winter
night....
Thank You!
Roscoe Lane
Sat, 2013-01-26 18:07
Excellent,
Excellent poem really, but what an horrible ending lol, I felt as though i'd just lost something when it ended.. Regards Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
Seren
Sun, 2013-01-27 04:54
Steven
Brilliant poem Steven cant believe you dont remember writing it you must have been in another realm ... I love it until that ending like Roscoe I felt like I lost something as well, I dream and then I wake up and wish the dream hadn't ended
with love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats